More Than Just Friends, Chapter 15

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 9:39 am

By Jeneee

The next two years passed by quickly as we adjusted and adapted to the new situation we had inadvertently brought upon ourselves that weekend, when Pam and Becky first entered our lives. We quickly settled into a new routine, dealing day by day with the bumps in the road that developed, some quite emotionally challenging, as unforeseen difficulties arose with our new living arrangements.

But the young are resilient, and both Emily and Pam dealt with everything as it came along, my daughter’s infectious humor acting as a soothing tonic when things became particularly difficult as more and more of Becky and Pam’s past was revealed to us. Some of it came out in shocking ways during visits to their mother in jail, especially the time that she accused Becky of teasing her father and allowing him to seduce her when she was twelve years old, just prior to the formal opening of their club.

Even Pam hadn’t known about it, the older girl keeping it a closely guarded secret, and in her own way believing her curiosity about sex had allowed it to happen. Her father had caught her playing with herself one morning when Pam and her mother were out, and had decided to – as he put it to her – educate her in the ways of the world. She was a willing student, but fear that her mother would find out kept her from letting it happen again. She’d let it slip to her aunt one day, however, who immediately told her sister, Karen, what had happened.

The ugly scene that followed between Becky’s parents almost caused them to separate, but Karen backed down in a moment of weakness, convincing herself that Becky had been the instigator. She never let on to Becky that she knew what had happened — until, that is, the day of their visit to the jail, when it all came out.

Karen’s threat to expose her husband’s behavior never materialized, however. Instead, she told him she wanted a divorce and for him to admit to the authorities that the club was his idea and that he’d coerced her to go along under duress. In addition she wanted sole custody of Pam and Becky once she was released. Otherwise she would reveal the truth and he would end up behind bars for a long time. Reluctantly, he agreed, and the courts granted her an early release and allowed her to reunite with her children. The following year the divorce was finalized, and then Pam and Becky had to deal with the knowledge that they would probably never see their father again.

After a brief period of emotional turmoil and tears, things eventually settled down and with support from us — and, a little surprisingly, from Maggie, who soon developed a new respect for her sister for finding a way to prevent Becky from becoming involved with a nasty court scene — Karen and her daughters were able to resume a somewhat happier family life together.

Maggie bought a small art gallery from a friend of hers and took Karen on as a partner. Their business started to thrive as Maggie’s art works became more and more popular, and her student base increased. Karen took over the lease on Sharon’s apartment and I finally got my wish of having my girlfriend move in permanently with me and Emily. Pam and Becky stayed with us on weekends, since that was when the gallery did most of its business, requiring Karen to spend much of her time at the gallery. She seemed to have adjusted well to her new life, as had the girls.

Weekends were usually tumultuous at our house. Pam shared Emily’s bedroom – and bed, naturally – while Becky took over Sharon’s old room. Sharon, of course, slept with me. We were lucky we had two bathrooms, even though the upstairs one was the only one with a tub and shower. Needless to say, group showers were common, and Sharon and I often awoke on Saturday mornings to the squeals and screeches of delight as two, or sometimes even three, girls played together as they shampooed each other’s hair and washed each others’ backs – and more.

Lately though, Becky – who was now sixteen – tended to sleep in on weekends; that is unless Emily and Pam, after finishing their shower, decided to pounce on her and awaken her from whatever dreams were flitting through her mind. Her grumbles soon turned to sighs and moans of satisfaction, however, as the two ten year olds worked their magic on the teen’s willing young body. She had taught them well and reaped the benefits, usually exploding in orgasmic delights before finally stumbling off to the bathroom for her own shower.

And then she often found Sharon and I had already beaten her to the hot water, but we were more than willing to squeeze her in with us before it ran out completely. One morning when the three of us were squashed tightly together in the shower our lovemaking consumed us, only to be brought to a shocking end as the water finally turned cold. Our screams and giggles soon attracted the attention of Emily and Pam, who rushed in to see what was causing the commotion.

“And just what were you up to?” Emily challenged, looking severely at us, her hands on her hips.

“As if we didn’t know,” piped up Pam. “And I thought we’d satisfied you,” she scolded her sister. “What’s the matter, Becky? Didn’t we do a good enough job?” she pouted.

“You did a great job, Pammy, but you know me – I just can’t resist seconds,” Becky laughed.

“How about thirds?” piped up my daughter, moving quickly over beside Becky and slipping her hand between the older girl’s thighs. “Oh wow, Becky, your cunt is so, like, soaked,” she giggled, stressing the word ‘cunt’ as if to shock her audience. But we were beyond shocking anymore, and Sharon immediately commented on what a little slut our ten year old Emily was becoming.

“What has happened to our sweet little girl?” she wanted to know, a sly look on her face. Her answer consisted of Emily sticking out her tongue, hands on hips as she did a little bump and grind. “Wanna put that tongue to good use, slut,” Sharon taunted even further, trying, but failing, to suppress a smile as Becky snorted beside her.

“Try me,” Emily challenged, as Pam giggled beside her. “Didn’t you get enough either, Sharon? What’s the matter, Mom? You losing your touch?” she added as she quickly darted out through the bathroom door to avoid the inevitable swat to her behind that she knew would be coming her way if she wasn’t quick enough.

“Race you to the hot tub,” she squealed as she disappeared, running downstairs with Pam following not far behind.

“Well, things seem to be returning to normal after all this time,” Sharon observed, smiling broadly as she reached for a towel to dry herself off.

“Yeah,” Becky agreed. “Reminds me of the first day I met you two,” she mused quietly, grabbing a towel and handing it over to me, then reaching for one for herself. As I dried myself I gazed at her gorgeous body. She had developed even more during the past two years, her breasts swelling to a firm 36C, nipples proudly displayed, hard and firm, beckoning for attention. Her hips had broadened and her heart shaped butt was the envy of all her friends, guys frequently fawning over her at school. But she would have nothing to do with them.

“I guess I’m turning out like my aunt,” she commented one day after she had hung up the phone from talking with a boy who had been urging her to go out with him now for several weeks. “Guys don’t do a thing for me.” Sharon and I had both looked at each other, wondering just how big a role her father had played in that decision, but didn’t say anything, deciding to let her explore her feelings without any interference from us.

During the weeks when Becky had stayed with Sharon at her apartment. they’d had many candid conversations about sex and lesbianism, Sharon acting as a mentor to the young girl without trying to persuade her one way or the other. Several times they had ended up in bed together at night, Sharon usually hugging the teen tightly as the tears flowed from having related more and more of her past to my girlfriend.

And, yes, Sharon had confided in me, they did make love a few times. It just seemed to lead that way, she explained. I nodded in understanding, but nevertheless felt small pangs of jealousy, more from feeling left out than feeling that Sharon was being unfaithful to me. I knew what a hard time Becky must be having, coming to grips with what had happened to her and her sister, and couldn’t blame Sharon for doing her best to make Becky feel more comfortable with the sexual urges that sometimes overwhelmed her, and trying to comfort the young girl and explain that there was nothing wrong with her.

Not surprisingly, I sometimes found myself becoming turned on as Sharon described some of the things she and Becky got into, and my girlfriend and I experienced a few hot moments together from time to time as she related what had happened. Once in a while, when she and Becky had come over for the weekend, the teen even joined us in bed at night and we both shared the delights the then fourteen year old had to offer as she became even more skilled in the art of lovemaking.

Her pussy was a joy to play with, her inner labia being so large and pliable, and I just loved to suck them individually into my mouth, savoring the creamy juices that flowed freely from inside her cunny as she became more and more aroused. Her clit was enormous for a girl of her age, easily the size of the first joint of my little finger and Susan and I would take turns swirling out tongues around it and wrapping our lips over it as she squirmed almost uncontrollably from the loving attention we poured onto her. When the young girl exploded in orgasm her sweet juices veritably poured from her over our faces and we relished the three-way kisses we had afterwards as Becky slowly came back down to earth.

So here it was, another Saturday morning in early summer, and the good old reliable hot tub awaited us once more. Emily and Pam had already uncovered it and turned it on, and were probably settling down in front of their favorite jets already. On empty stomachs, too, I mused to myself.

By now, Susan and Becky had finished blow-drying their hair and turned the dryer over to me. As they headed downstairs, I asked them to put on the coffee and pour some juice for the girls before joining them. By the time I got downstairs the coffee was perked, filling the kitchen with its delicious aroma. I was no good without my morning cup, and along with the creamy donuts Susan had picked up on her way home from work the night before, we were all set for our ‘jet-propelled breakfast,’ as Emily called it, rapidly becoming a weekend tradition around our place. Not all that healthy, I admit, but it served as a quick and convenient way to start the day.

Later in the morning, we would all get dressed and head out to the market for our weekly groceries. The lunch that followed when we arrived home would more than make up for the dietary deficiencies of our breakfast, and it was around the lunch table that we all made plans for the rest of the weekend.

Last night there had been a few suggestions that we surprise Maggie and Karen at the gallery, and see just what they got up to on their busy weekends. Whether that plan actually materialized would have to wait until we gathered together around the lunch table.

Who knows what might be in store for us?

Continue on to Chapter 16

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